We got home and Bibiana Eder on this gray day, white.
are gradually remodeled and the usual order is me behind the boxes and furniture.
furniture.
Stuck on the wall, we get a shelf in the hallway. Bibiana
has brought from Colombia, and the poor will stop the hair in the middle of this internal change.
But it is beautiful, though.
In it tumbaga figurines display their pose, and do the same those other characters that are adhering to our lives: Chest, earrings, pendants, nose rings, necklaces, disks, bracelets, masks, vases, urns.
In what I believe is the bathroom overlooks the closet, luggage, clothing, boxes and crates.
's funny.
to have had the luxury of buying a pool table and various board games including dice, cards, snakes, ladders and even ladies.
I wonder how they have done so much space to put so many things. And discover the secret
:
His bedroom, for example, looks great.
light seeps from the back wall, yellow.
The bed in the center.
rest just installed at the site.
is the garage.
At first it is strange, said Eder, but then you get used to.
And suddenly, out of the creamed sheets, giant slides a Basset Hound. Bibiana
has gotten away with it.
I go, stir the brown blanket and some shirts that have been there in the daily rush. Never
time, my God. Never
time.
And I find, trapped and hidden in the sleeve of a shirt, a small Beagle.
How beautiful!
But the beautiful little aggressive.
I can pet growls and bites when enraged the mouth of the sleeve.
My mother is upset.
's in the bathroom.
I see it.
is taking pills.
is for his prosthesis.
Solidarity, grab a bar and I put in my mouth.
But there is no water to swallow it and is very large.
is very large.
try and taste and spit on my tongue.
Amargo.
turn toward all sides, my tongue, bitter, my tongue: the window.
A woman cries in the middle of the park.
